Rust Cleaner

When the snow clears, in a few years, they will find our buried bodies. You were sincere after three beers slurring into my ear that you want it. And I was vibrating at the frequency of stars as we moved from bar to bar as we drunkly pilot cars down poorly paved intersections – I’m not much for introspection, but I’d hazard you a question: have you thought about this anywhere near as long as I have? Don’t get mad, don’t get serious – I can laugh and still be hearing this – but you never say anything and then we fall asleep.


~ by perfectionatrix on May 24, 2011.

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